Four Shores

Слушаю Brainstorm – Four Shores. О Боже, как я хочу лета! Как мне надоел этот мороз!

Four Shores был моим альбомом летом – в жару, в солнце, в такие долгожданные и прекрасные летние ливни. И сейчас, несмотря на солнечную погоду, я несчастлив. Я хочу лета. Несмотря на то, что летом убийственная жара. Но я хочу быть одетым только в свою любимую черную футболку и мокнуть под штормовыми ливнями, наслаждаться разрядами молнии, глохнуть от раскатов грома.

Альбом напоминает мне о лете. Мне больно – до лета очень далеко. Но и тепло – оно идет от этого альбома. Наверное, человек должен порой испытывать в один момент противоположные эмоции. Возможно, это делает его сильнее.

Странно. Всегда считал, что мне нужно солнце. Последнюю неделю оно есть – все дни наполнены солнцем. Но я не могу сказать, что счастлив или, хотя бы, что мне хорошо. Не хватает тепла.

Пока остается жить воспоминаниями о лете прошедшем и мечтами о лете будущем. Four Shores мне в этом поможет.

A Notice

Suddenly admitted that this piece of crap named Internet Explorer messes up the appearance of the blog - mainly, the quotes. So I don't know if I'm gonna fix it or not, but if you use IE just mind that quotes must be displayed in smaller font size. Sorry if your aesthetic feelings are shattered or somewhat insulted.

Update: Fixed. But mind: IE is a crap!

Stereo

Hmm... Is this a new era? I started writing here much more than I've done last year.

Last night read The Amber Spyglass till 2 AM. Now sleepy.

Lost Treasures Number Three

2007-10-05

Hiya! I've been drunk a bit today, and felt perfect! And the weather is completely terrific! The time after the slight rain, a sort of fog, nice! I love that.

Lost Treasures Number Two

2007-07-31

Haa, haven't forgot.

Now it's already August.

And today I had a tremendous attack of allergy*. I was supposed to go to the store and buy some lamps, and also a mixer* for kitchen and some food. Well, I was unable to buy lamps due to allergy. I was in snot* and tears, and I don't know why the hell I finally decided to go to the store - I thought not to go when I was sneezing and blowing my nose on my way to the ISP and after it.

Tomorrow (which is, actually, today, 'coz I'm describing July, 31 at 00:13 of August, 1) I'm going to clean the flat, 'coz I haven't been doing it for ages and I think that this allergy is caused partly by the dust collected in the flat since the last cleaning. Though it's all seasonal, the allergy.

Lightnings and thunder begin. Meteorologists forecasted thunderstorms for past evening. The storms are a bit late. I hope they will be showering down at my place.

And now I finally think that I'm going to register a domain name for myself. Maybe I'd really start a blog...

P.S. Asterisked are words I peeped* in Lingvo.

Lost Treasures

When I gave birth to my blog idea, I wrote some posts. 'Twas in summer. But now I thought that I should publish them... At least I'll delete a file with them finally.

for 2007-07-30

It's not like the thing I'd really like or wanted to do. I always thought that writing diaries is rubbish. But I thought I coud try another time to run another one. Previous were in my childhood, when I went to school. That was feeble attemts to run a diary. After a while I dropped. Then, after a generous gap of time, I started again. Then I never thought it was stupid to run the diary, 'coz I was a child. Now I'm a man. Maybe yet not fully mature, though I'm 23 already. Maybe I'm still a child in some parts of my soul or mind. I don't know how long this attempt to run a diary will linger. Maybe tomorrow I will not remember what I do now, will forget about the diary. But now I have a desire to write down, or rather now type some words. I also thought about running an audio diary. Maybe to start a blog. But I don't know... Now I realise that I type these meaningless words just because I've got nothing to do at the moment. But why nothing? It's time to sleep - I finally fell asleep at 4 AM yesterday (which is already yesterday, 'coz now it's almost one in the morning of July, 31). I was reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows through the previous night. Well, now I realise how it's late at night comparing to yesterday's falling asleep in the morning.

Go Slowly

Yet another great song from Radiohead. Here's an amateur video. And lyrics below.

Over here
Come slowly
Come slowly to me
I've been waiting
Patient
Patiently
I didn't
But now I can see

That there's a way out

Children XXI

Now I maintain a blog. Some people say that this is like to talk with self.

One man has a "A typical Bluetooth mobile phone headset" (thanks to wiki) and he talks to himself too. It seems so.

The difference is, that he may talk to himself, but he is heard to a person to whom he talks.

The common feature is, that it could be said about each of us, that each of us is talking to themselves.

And this is the XXI century. It is normal. Now it is normal, actually... And is the fact of it normal itself? Curious...

P.S. The track I listen to remains me once more, that we are Children XXI: Radiohead - Go Slowly (maybe 'll find a youtube video or smth.)...

Song of the Week

Couldn't help myself. Radiohead. Reckoner. Lyrics.

Reckoner
Can you take it with you
Disavow the pleasure

You were not to blame for
Bittersweet distractors
Dare not speak his name
Dedicated to all you
all human beings

Because we separate like
ripples on a blank shore
Because we separate like
ripples on a blank shore

Reckoner

Take me with you
Dedicated to all you
all human beings

Сold, eh?

It's damn cold!

Winter has come. Finally. With the new year. Yesterday was -15*C, no wind; today is -10*C, wind. The same thing, but maybe even worse.

I sit at my workplace in the office and becoming frozen. Windows are full of holes between them, and it is blowing from everywhere, even after I taped almost all the windows. I'm in gloves. Blimey... In the office where I worked before, there weren't windows. I thought it'd be better if they were. And now they are. Jesus...

Now tea is my airbag, it's saving me. And I should work. It's hard to when you're freezing, 'coz you think more how to get warm, not how to work.

OK, I'm gonna try to do my job...

Disavow the Pleasure

One of the very best things ever made.

Radiohead. Reckoner.

Lysanthia